And then he looked at her, a hint of wickedness in his eyes...and Pauline’s head tipped back as he went in tongue-first.
He licked a long, full line up from below her entrance to the very top of her clit, first thing. It felt like he was gathering all of the desire that had been building inside her body, centering it on that one point and dragging it up to combustion-level. Pauline made a noise she’d never heard come out of her own mouth before.
Carlos didn’t slow down. His tongue was clever, and he caught every noise, every hitch of pleasure, learning what she wanted almost before she knew she wanted it. He sucked hard at the base
of her clit, his fingers teasing the outside of her entrance, while she twisted and writhed above him. Sweat was building on her forehead, and she was panting for breath. Each exhale made a little breathy noise.
The pleasure built on itself, more quickly than she’d ever experienced, even by herself. He was breathing sensation into her, filling her body with it, then tasting it on her. He hummed in satisfaction when she moaned, and the vibration of it made her moan louder.
When the whole area between her legs was a mass of pulsing sensation, he pulled back just for a second—the sudden lack of pressure was, somehow, just another added layer of sensation in itself, everything so sensitive that she could feel the very air currents against the tip of her clit—then thrust one finger inside her as he went back down, tonguing relentlessly at the base of her clit until she couldn’t take it any longer, and shrieked out loud as she came.
And he didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop even for a second, just licked a bit more gently, his finger moving inside her, and Pauline’s orgasm lingered, and lingered, the last spasm just continuing to lightly rock her body...until they weren’t the last spasms of orgasm any more, they were the ramp-up to something new.
Jesus God, she’d never felt anything like this before.
Carlos kept licking her steadily, building her up and up and up again. His finger inside her was joined by a second one—his hands were huge, and his fingers thick. Even two felt like a little stretch.
But it wasn’t enough.
Pauline clenched as he sucked at her, and reached down, grasping, trying to get hold of his shoulder. “Up here,” she demanded. “Come on, up, I need you—”
At the words I need you, Carlos immediately pulled away, coming up over her, his whole body bracketing hers. Pauline tilted her chin up, and he kissed her—God, he tasted like her, smoky and rich.
“What do you need?” he murmured.
“Inside me,” Pauline gasped. She was open and aching and she needed him.
Carlos kissed her again, deep and intense, and pulled away again—Pauline was about to protest, but she realized that he was still fully-dressed.
That was a first, she thought dizzily. A man who would give you one orgasm and have you halfway to another without taking a single item of clothing off.
Then she was distracted by the fact that he was taking every single item of clothing off. He looked just as big naked, maybe even bigger—the broadness of his shoulders was now clearly not a result of a well-tailored suit, and his muscles were well-defined, his stomach rippling. Could this all really be hers? Her mouth watered.
Before she could change her mind and tell him that really, she needed to lick him all over, he came forward again, almost looking like the tiger he was. He caught her thigh in one strong hand. Parting her legs—while Pauline cooperated, tilting her hips up eagerly—he pressed his tip against her entrance.
“This?” he asked, with a hint of a smile.
Pauline didn’t waste any time. “That,” she agreed, and pushed up herself, getting the first inch or so inside her.
Carlos’ teasing expression dissolved into hunger. His hand slid up from her thigh to support her lower back, and he thrust in hard.
Pauline made a strangled sound, her fingernails gripping at Carlos’ back as her whole body convulsed with pleasure. God, the feeling of him inside her...! It was like there was a fire at her core, and that fire was him.
He pulled back, and thrust again, and then he was moving in her, and it stroked over every nerve ending in her, it felt like. She never wanted it to end.
And gradually, as he made love to her, as she gasped and cried out and pulled him closer, closer, she felt something.
Not where they were joined, not that fiery ecstasy that kept spiraling up and up and up. No, this was a spark inside her chest. A knowledge, a reality.
Mates.
She’d known it was true, beforehand. But she hadn’t known it like this. Hadn’t felt it like gravity, like the knowledge that she was Pauline.
She was Pauline, Carlos’ mate.
She shuddered again, this time not with pleasure but with pure joy, and kissed him.